“It’s company equipment. IT has administrator access.”
Gavin approached.
“This is ridiculous. Christopher has nothing to do with confidential documents.”
Eleanor stood near the glass wall.
“I certainly hope not.”
The specialist asked me to open the laptop.
I did.
My desktop appeared.
Then Daniel pointed toward a file folder.
It was labeled:
HALSTON_DUE_DILIGENCE_FINAL
My stomach dropped.
“I have never seen that.”
Gavin stared at me.
“Chris…”
“I have never seen that folder.”
Daniel’s voice remained controlled.
“Don’t open it.”
The cybersecurity specialist began examining logs remotely.
Minutes passed.
Nobody spoke.
Then he said, “The files were copied onto this machine yesterday at 11:42 p.m.”
I frowned.
“I was here yesterday.”
Gavin turned toward me.
“You stayed until midnight.”
“Yes, working on the Whitcombe deck.”
Daniel asked, “Were you alone?”
I tried to remember.
The cleaning crew had left around ten.
Nina had gone at six.
